Licence to Kill (or RTA staff are frikkin' Robots)
So I went into the RTA to obtain my Firearms Licence. I thought it would be easy. Just go in present the papers, pay the cash, have the photo taken, and Bobs your uncle. How wrong I was!
The letter from the police stated I needed to bring "A photo licence issued by the RTA", So I thought my security licence would be good enough, it:
A mexican stand-off occurred and was only ended when the manager of the RTA threated removal by the police after I used such offencive terms as "Bloody hell" and "Pain in the arse".
He said "If you going to use offensive language, you can go to a another RTA office"
To which I replied: "Well I wasnt going to use offensive language but how about you go fuck yourself you old prick, and if that ragged old slut, (the old bat that served me) had a root in the last 20 years she wouldnt be such an uptight old bitch and we wouldnt be having this argument becuase I would have been served! Get fucked you old cunt!"
To cut a long story short, I got my licence issued at at another branch...
The letter from the police stated I needed to bring "A photo licence issued by the RTA", So I thought my security licence would be good enough, it:
- Being a licence
- Issued by the RTA
- With a photo of me on it
A mexican stand-off occurred and was only ended when the manager of the RTA threated removal by the police after I used such offencive terms as "Bloody hell" and "Pain in the arse".
He said "If you going to use offensive language, you can go to a another RTA office"
To which I replied: "Well I wasnt going to use offensive language but how about you go fuck yourself you old prick, and if that ragged old slut, (the old bat that served me) had a root in the last 20 years she wouldnt be such an uptight old bitch and we wouldnt be having this argument becuase I would have been served! Get fucked you old cunt!"
To cut a long story short, I got my licence issued at at another branch...